Single Girl took me out to go potty tonight and I saw them: flying stars. They were everywhere. They were flying in front of me, behind me, next to me, everywhere. I tried to talk to them, but they wouldn't respond. I spoke louder...no response.
Single Girl came out to see what I was yelling about. I tried to tell her, "Don't you see them? The flying stars?" She said, "Oh, do you see them? The fireflies. Aren't they pretty."
They were. I couldn't take my eyes off of them. I tried to get to them, but they kept disappearing.
Single Girl picked me up and slowly carried me to the house while I watched the pretty flying stars. I hope I get to see them again soon.
Ruff, Ruff
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